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You caught the ax as Rick threw it to you, turning around and plunging it right into the walker coming for you. You did the same to the next one and the next until there were no more. You huffed and ran a hand through your hair as you turned to face the two men you had come on the run with. You handed Rick his axe back as Daryl went around and gathered the arrows he had fired from the walker’s heads. He gave a nod as you entered the pharmacy, the two men in tow behind you.
“Here’s the list.” You said, lying it on the counter before boosting yourself up and over it. “I’ll get the meds, y’all get the rest?” You offered, already heading towards the shelves and scanning over them for what was needed.
“Take everything you can fit.” Rick said as he and Daryl started grabbing wraps, gauze, pads, and whatever else they could. They startled as they heard a crash and looked at you. You gave them a guilty look from the shelf you had climbed up on. “Sorry,” you apologized, “my foot knocked over the medicine on this shelf.”
Daryl rolled his eyes in amusement and walked over, jumping the counter easily and coming to stand behind you. “Let me get it.” He told you, but you didn’t climb down. “I’m already up here.” you argued but he just grabbed your waist and picked you up. “Hey!” You whined as he sat you down and reached up, grabbing the medicine from the top shelf. “I could’ve gotten it.”
He didn’t look at you as he handed it to you and continued grabbing more. He switched from foot to foot, trying to conceal his growing erection. He couldn’t help it, really. The fact that he could rag doll you so easily turned him on immensely. Not to mention that he towered over you by almost a full foot. You were so tiny compared to both Rick and himself, and it got him going more than it should have.
All three of you finished grabbing everything and headed back out and towards Alexandria. You walked ahead, still somewhat upset towards Daryl for (quite literally) pulling you off of your duty in the pharmacy. Rick and Daryl trailed behind you, both watching the way your hips swayed when you walked. Rick noticed that every few steps you had to hike the backpack up your shoulders, shifting the weight. He licked his lips, looking over at Daryl who had definitely noticed as well. They said nothing to each other, but they knew they were both thinking the same thing.
Abraham let you in at the gate with an amused smile at your stance. “What’s got your pants in a twist?” He asked, throwing a look over your shoulder to Daryl and Rick. “They do something?”
“Daryl.” You corrected him, “He wouldn’t let me get the medicine.” You walked on, not caring to talk about it anymore. Daryl and Rick stopped to talk to Abraham, Daryl defending himself. “She couldn’t reach it herself. I just got it for her.” Abraham nodded in understanding but chuckled. “You should know by now that she likes to do things her way. No sense in making her feel like she can’t.”
“She had to climb the shelves.” Rick jumped in, “She could’ve fell.”
“Ah boys,” Abraham placed a hand on either of their shoulders. “Let the girl climb. She’d be less embarrassed falling than you doing her job for ‘er.” They gave in, walking off towards the infirmary to unpack their things. At the door, they saw you talking to Denise and Tara. You were ranting to them about the earlier events.
“And Daryl, he just plucks me off the shelf and sits me to the side. Like I’m a sack of potatoes. Then, he gets the medicine for me. Can you believe that? I love him, but sometimes I can’t stand him.” You had your arms crossed, nose scrunched up as it always does when you’re upset. The men couldn’t help but find you adorable when you did it, usually making you even angrier.
“Men,” Tara waved her hand in dismissal, “they always think they can do it better.”
Denise took a different approach, trying to put it in perspective. “You are one of the smallest girls in the community, next to Rosita.” She tried, “they just wanted to help.”
“I’m not helpless.” You retorted, knowing Denise was always trying to understand all sides. You just wanted her to be on yours this time. “I know I’m smaller, but I can still do things for myself. I kill walkers every time I go out for goodness sake!” Both women just nodded and you sighed. “I better get home. See you later.” You waved goodbye to them and headed towards the door, passing by Rick and Daryl without a word.
They watched you walk to your house and go inside, nearly slamming the door behind you. “You should think about apologizing.” Tara said, startling them as she took the bags from their hands. “She already feels like a weak link in the community because of her size.”
Daryl scratched the back of his neck, looking down. “I didn’t mean nothin’ by it.” He said quietly, mentally slapping himself for making you feel bad. Tara held the bags in her arms, snapping to get his attention. “Then tell her that.” She said. “The sooner the better, or you’re gonna be getting the cold shoulder for a while. You too, Rick.”
“What’d I do?”
“You didn’t say anything about it, dummy.” Tara rolled her eyes at the two men and went back inside.
Daryl shoved his hands in his pockets and started towards your house with Rick by his side. Once they got up the steps Rick knocked on the door. You came to the door in your white tank top and shorts, having changed out of your blood splattered jeans and t-shirt. You had rinsed off, and your nipples could be seen poking through the sheer material of your top. You crossed your arms once again when you saw it was them. “What?”
“Can we come in?” Rick asked sweetly, looking down at you. You thought about it for a minute before stepping aside and closing the door behind them. You walked to your bedroom, letting them follow you. You picked up the pair of jeans you were folding when they had knocked, and continued with your laundry as Daryl spoke up.
“‘M sorry I took over getting the meds.” You didn’t stop, only looked at him as you picked up the laundry basket and set it aside. “I shouldn’t ‘ve picked ya up like tha’. I know ya could’ve done it yerself.” You crossed the small space between you and looked up at him. “You know, just because you can move me easily doesn’t mean you should.” You chastised him. “I’m capable of more than you think.”
Once again, Daryl couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over your small frame. The fact alone that you had to look up at him when talking had his cock stirring. This was not the time to think about how easily he could overpower you. “Forgive me?” He said, trying to push his thoughts away, as though you could hear them.
“Fine.” You said, “You’re lucky I love you. And Rick,” you turned to face him, “no more letting Daryl take me over like that.” Rick nodded in agreement, swallowing hard at your choice of words. You gave them a smile, deciding to drop the whole thing. “I was about to watch a movie. Care to join?” You offered, taking their hands and pulling them into the living room.
They sat down, Rick taking the remote you handed him. “Pick out whatever. I’m going to make some popcorn.” They searched through the movies as you stuck a bag in the microwave and waited for it to be done. You took down a bowl as the microwave beeped and pulled out the hot bag. You went to open it, but struggled and sighed as you went into the living room and held it out in your hand. “Can one of you open this? Think it’s (Y/N) proof.”
Rick took the bag before Daryl could and opened it easily. You smiled and thanked him as you went back and poured it into the bowl. They watched as you got out a beer for each of you and then a glass, pouring it in.
“She’s so tiny.” Rick said without thinking, but Daryl just nodded in agreement. “I know I shouldn’t, but sometimes I just think about…” He trailed off, almost ashamed of himself.
“Me too.” Daryl told him, and Rick didn’t feel as bad. “I pulled her off tha’ shelf so easily. She don’ weigh nothin’.” They kept their eyes on you as you reached up into your cabinet, standing on your tippy toes and jumping to grab out the white cheddar seasoning. Daryl, for a moment, imagined you sitting on the counter, feet dangling high above the floor, and nearly shuddered.
You joined them a moment later, sitting the cups on the table in front of you and then plopping down between them. You sat the bowl on your lap. “I managed to find your favorite,” you said cheerfully as you sprinkled the seasoning over the popcorn.
The three of you watched the movie in silence, until a part came on where the man threw the girl over his shoulder and carried her through the house. Rick thought about doing that to you, and he looked away. You noticed and grabbed the remote, pausing the movie. “What’s up with you?” You asked, innocently.
“Nothin’.” He tried, but you kept pushing. He sighed, “Bet we could do you like that.” It was all he said, but you popped an eyebrow up at him. “Cannot.” You denied, “I’m not that easy to lift.”
“Ya are.” Daryl said, and you stood up.
“Well come on then,” you challenged. “Try it and see.” You eyed Rick as he stood up in front of you and grabbed your arm. You dropped down, effectively becoming dead weight. He hooked your arm and lifted you up, wrapping a hand around your ass and hauling you up and over his shoulder easily.
You smacked his ass playfully and giggled. “Alright, alright. Let me down.” Rick didn’t budge. You kicked your legs softly as to not actually hit him. “Rick, put me down!” You began to squirm and he changed positions, spinning you so that you were straddling his shoulders. He kept a grip on your neck and switched his other hand to hold in between your legs. “What is this, WWE?” You joked, not noticing the tension that was swirling through the air.
You wiggled until Rick let you down, nearly dropping you as you slid to the floor and laid on your back. “That was actually kind of fun.” You admitted, grabbing Rick’s hand when he held it out to you. Instead of letting him pull you up, you pulled him down. As he stumbled and landed beside you, you got on top of him quickly and pinned his arms down.
Daryl couldn’t help himself as he got up and wrapped his arms around your hips. He pulled you backwards and pinned you to the floor this time. His knees locked on either side of you as you pushed up on his grip. He tightened his fingers around your wrists, keeping them pinned beside your head. You were giggling, thinking this was all play.
Your giggling quieted as you noticed the sharp look in Daryl’s eyes. You looked over at Rick who had a similar expression, his breathing had also sped up. You pushed up on Daryl’s grip once again, to no avail. “Okay, Dare. Let me up.” When he didn’t, you felt a somewhat scared lump form in your throat “Seriously, ‘s not funny. Let go of me.”
“Ya can’t push me off, can ya?” Daryl questioned, though it was rhetorical. You set your hard stare on him. “Are you making fun of me?” Though you were trying to act tough, you began to panic a bit. “Please…” You spoke again, softer this time. “Daryl, please let me up.”
Rick moved forward until he was sat by your head. He whispered in Daryl’s ear as he took off his belt. Daryl moved your hands up, pushing them together as Rick bound them. You began to thrash at that, trying to buck Daryl off of you. “Guys?” You asked, voice shaking now, “What’re you doing? Stop!”
Rick held your tied hands in one of his and Daryl shifted down your body and pushed your shirt up and over your breasts, exposing them. A deep, red blush took over your face as he began to untie to knot on your shorts. You twisted your hips, trying to knock his hands away. “This isn’t funny, guys. Please, stop.”
Daryl pinned your hips down with a harsh push, digging his nails into your lower stomach as he pulled them off. He slipped your panties off next, throwing them somewhere in the room. You instinctively brought your knees up and closed them together, trying to hide yourself.
“Fuck,” Daryl breathed out as he gripped your knees and pulled them back apart. “Such a pretty pussy.” He complimented you but you disregarded it. “Daryl, Rick, you can’t do this. Just untie me and we’ll forget about this, I promise. Just let me go.”
“What’re ya gonna do about it?” Rick teased as he reached out and cupped one of your breasts. He took your nipple in between two of his fingers, pinching and rolling it. “Heard ya tell Tara and Denise ya aren’t helpless, ain’t that right?”
“She looks pretty helpless to me.” Daryl mocked you. “Why don’ ya get her up, Rick. I’ve an idea.” You tried your best to fight as Rick got you to your feet. “Put ‘er over your shoulder again.” Rick did as he was asked, getting you back into the position that started all of this.
Rick held tightly to the back of your thigh as Daryl took the other one. They spread your legs, opening you up to them. You pounded on Rick’s back as Daryl spit on your pussy, rubbing it down your folds and sliding a finger inside of you. You clenched around it, trying to stop the intrusion.
“She is a fighter,” Rick chuckled as you continued your hits on his lower back. Trying to hit hard was proving impossible with your bound hands. A second finger slid into you and you weren’t sure if it was Rick’s or Daryl’s this time. As they scissored your opening you went limp, figuring it best to just let them do this so it would be over.
You stayed quiet as a third and final finger was added. Rick adjusted you on his shoulder, effectively sliding you down further onto the digits that penetrated you. You whimpered at that, followed by a small sigh of relief as they were pulled out of you. You heard whispers again before Daryl came behind Rick to grab you.
He hooked an arm around your hips once again and tugged you off of Rick’s shoulders. You were shuffled somewhat awkwardly until you were upside down. You let your legs drape over Daryl’s shoulders in the uncomfortable position. Blood rushed to your head as Daryl hiked you up so that he could tongue your pussy. He held you tightly as he ran his tongue over you again and again. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he his grip was firm. You whined as his tongue entered you.
“Rick, please,” You tried, vision nearly becoming spotty, “p-please make him s-stop.” You closed your eyes as you became dizzy from the position. Daryl gave you a few more kitten licks before leaning forward and letting your legs drop to the ground. You fell forward as he released you. Between your hands being tied and the blood rushing back to your head you had no chance of catching yourself.
You rolled onto your back and blinked again and again; trying to clear your vision. You didn’t have time to try and get up as Rick flipped you back over onto your stomach. He had undressed while Daryl was playing with you. He slid his cock over your backside a few times before sliding it down between your legs.
“N-no…” You protested, weakly. “Don’t, please…” You begged, tears building behind your eyes as he slid his cock into you easily. He didn’t give you time to adjust as he slid out to the tip and pistoned his hips back into you harshly.
“Look so good with my cock inside you.” Rick complimented as he picked up his pace. He was fucking you brutally, and you felt like you might split open. He hit your spot on a particularly hard thrust and you cried out and clenched around him instinctively. He looked over at Daryl, who had shed himself of his clothes and was now stroking his fully erect cock. He smirked at him. “Think she’s starting to like it. Little slut’s clenching around me.”
“Who would’ve thought our sweet, innocent girl likes being dicked down so much?” Daryl mused. He watched the way you screwed your eyes shut beneath Rick. A tear slipped down your cheek and his smirk turned into a shit-eating grin. “Got ‘er cryin’ for ya, Rick.”
Rick reached forward and grabbed your hair, pulling your head back. “Open your eyes.” He demanded, punctuating each word with a snap of his hips into yours. You forced yourself to obey him, turning your head the best you could to look at him. “You’re right, Dare. Got those pretty eyes waterin’ for me. She keeps throbbin’ around me she’s gonna make me cum.” He swiveled his hips, pushing as deep into you as he could get.
As much as you hated it, as much as you didn’t want to, you felt an orgasm approaching you. You whimpered as you felt your stomach coil and release. You came on Rick’s cock and he whistled above you. “Ain’t that something…” He breathed out, chasing his own high. “She just came. Did that feel good baby?” He chuckled as you tried to pull your hair from his grip. “Awe, can’t act like it didn’t. Your leaking down your thighs.” He slammed his hips into you once more, burying himself inside of you and cuming.
You let your head fall to the carpet as he released his grip on you. You body was pliant as he pulled out. You barely even registered that Daryl was now turning you onto your back. You let out a garbled groan as he slid inside you. “C-can’t take anymore.” You whined and pushed weakly at his chest. He grabbed your tied hands in one of his and held them against his chest as he rocked his hips into you.
“Ain’t got much ‘f a choice, do ya?” He smirked down at you. “But I’ll tell ya what, watching you take cock already has me close. So, I’ll make ya a deal, pretty girl. You let me hear all those pretty sounds you can make, and I’ll make this quick for ya.”
Your head lolled to the side as he hooked his arms under each of your legs and pressed them to your chest. He sank impossibly deep into you, easily hitting your spot and assaulting it with every thrust. You didn’t think you had it in you, but the pleasure began to build in you once again. You decided to take the deal as you moaned loudly and whimpered as Daryl moved you up the carpet with the force of his thrusts.
“Tha’s it.” He chuckled, “Lemme hear all those pretty moans and whimpers ya got fer me.” His cock twitched as your back arched and you whimpered. He felt you throbbing around him as you came once again. Your vision was blurred for a moment as you let yourself release onto him. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, “that’s a good girl, cumming all over my cock.” He pumped into you three more times before you felt his seed spill into you. You felt the mixture of all three of your juices run out and down your legs when he pulled out.
You slumped into the carpet, exhausted. Rick leaned over you to untie your hands and press kisses to your wrists where they were nearly rubbed raw. You smiled sleepily as Rick picked you up into his arms. “Daryl, run a bath, would ya?” He asked. He carried you into the bathroom and sat on the closed toilet lid, keeping you in his lap as Daryl ran the warm water.
Rick moved the hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear. “Was that too much?” He asked, pressing kisses into the top of your head. “Did we break you?”
“Nearly,” you joked, words somewhat slurred in your euphoric state. “Not exactly what I expected when you told me you had a size kink and wanted to try CNC.” You looked up into Rick’s worried eyes. “But I loved every minute of it.”
“Tub’s ready.” Daryl said and took you from Rick’s arms. He laid you into the water gently, and you let out a happy sigh as you felt your muscles relax. “That feel good, baby girl?”
You nodded, reaching out and cupping Daryl’s face. “Exactly what I needed. You two always know what I need.” He leaned over the tub and kissed you lovingly before pulling back and letting Rick do the same. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
“Thank you for taking care of us.” Rick responded and Daryl nodded. “We love you more than you can imagine.”
You laid your head against the shower wall, beginning to drift off to sleep. “I love you too. Both of you.”